Author's Note: Welcome to the 2022 Christmas Special. It's been a while since we checked in on Japan and 2P!Japan. So, here they are. Honestly, I had a little trouble with getting this written. I had a little help with things that I saved from Reddit and Facebook. I wanted to add more but I couldn't think of anything else to add. There will be a match tomorrow before 2022 is over. I already know what I am writing. For now, merry Christmas and enjoy the Christmas special.

Match Twenty-Seven: Floating World:

Japan is about to be swallowed up in vice. Well, he already was but he's about to be pulled in deeper. One side braces for it while the other dreads it.

Kiku

He can't get out of this lusty hell. Kiku had been sitting in this dining hall for quite some time. The walls were so red that it made his eyes hurt. The curtains on the walls didn't really help the situation at all. The man tried to blink away the pain. There was faint koto music playing in the background. Only tall red candles lit the room. Many distorted shadows danced against the curtains. The tables were just one giant black coffin with silver trim. The chairs were made of red velvet with black frames. There had to be about twenty-five sets of tables and chairs around the room. The tables were covered in food and wine. Kiku doesn't dare to try and eat. But that's not what caught his attention.

He knows that he is not alone anymore.

More and more people were sitting at the table now. They all looked so fancy too. Kimono made of dark-colored silks. Everyone began to eat. Kiku looked to his left. A man in a suit sat next to him with a whole roasted hog on his plate. The guest grunted with his sharp teeth. Steam floated up from the hog. He picked up his fork and stabbed it into the golden creature. Kiku shivered as he turned to his right. An elegant woman in a red kimono sat next to him. A dark green obi closed around her waist as tightly as possible. She looked fairly normal, but Kiku refused to buy it. He could only see the profile of her face. The woman picked up her glass and took a sip of her wine. That was when Kiku got a better look at her kimono. The demonic faces stared at him. The Japanese man shivered. Suddenly, the woman turned to him.

"Good evening," she said. Her face might have looked beautiful but her eyes looked like they could start fires around them. Kiku felt like he was shrinking before turning his head away. The Japanese man looked in front of him.

A woman sat across from him dressed in a long black lace dress. A black veil underneath a black hat with spikes covered her face. Only her white eyes and silver pattern design on her dress stood out. She didn't say a word as she stared at him. She didn't even try to eat or drink. Kiku shivered and kept his eyes down on his plate.

It looked like a normal meal. White rice, meat, and some vegetable with red wine. Still, Kiku wouldn't touch it. The woman in the demonic kimono looked over at him.

"You haven't touched your food," she said with a pout. The Japanese man refused to make eye contact.

"I'm not hungry…" he said. The woman pouted at him. But then she paused.

"What?" she asked.

"Why am I here?" Kiku asked in a quiet voice. The woman giggled.

"You're the honored guest," she said. The Japanese man turned his head.

"What?!" he asked. That was the first time he raised his voice. Kiku turned to see all eyes on him. The Japanese man felt so much smaller. The woman with the demonic kimono put his hand on his shoulder. He could smell burning from her touch. The Japanese man flinched away from her. The woman giggled.

"You aren't the only guest of honor," she said.

"What?" Kiku asked. The woman in the demonic kimono chuckled again.

"He's just late," she said. "He likes to be fashionably late." The Japanese man didn't like the sound of that. He wanted to run away but found himself unable to move. Meanwhile, the woman smiled to herself as she finished off her wine.

Kuro

He embraces his new lusty paradise. Kuro walked up to the black iron gates. A man in a suit bowed and greets him. His horns were high enough to reach heaven.

"Good evening, sir," he said with a bow. Kuro bowed back.

"Everybody here?" he asked.

"Yes, my lord," the man said. Kuro broke into a wicked smile.

"Excellent," he said. "Now we can really start."

"Yes, my lord," the horned man said. He turned and opened the gate.

"Thank you," Kuro said with a bow. He walked past the man. He followed his master behind. Kuro already had his key out. He closed his eyes and took in the scent of burning cinnamon as he opened the door.

"Mmm," he said to himself. "I'm getting goosebumps already." The Japanese man walked into the house. The shorter, horned man followed behind. Another woman in a long black cloak and black veil waited for him in the living room. She stood up and lifted her veil. Her red dress was shown underneath her cloak. Her black collar, black necklace, rings, and tiara added to her sinister beauty.

Kuro broke into a cold smile. He got a good look into her white-blue eyes.

"It's so good to see you again," the Japanese man said. The woman bowed her head. Kuro took her hand and kissed it.

"Is your sister in there?" he asked. The woman nodded once.

"Beautiful," he said. "Shall we get going?" The woman bowed her head and turned to walk toward the dining hall. Kuro and the man with the horns followed behind.

Kuro opened the doors to the dining hall. Everyone looked up from the table. The Japanese man looked at all of his guests. He spotted his double at one of the tables. Kiku looked like he wanted to run away. He hadn't touched any food or drink. Kuro smirked to himself. Perfect, everyone was here. The man with the horns rang a gong To the entering party's left. All chatter ceased. Kuro put up his hand.

"I welcome you all! Thank you for coming," Kuro said. The guests clapped. Their guest of honor put up his hand.

"We shall celebrate the new world coming to us!" he said. "Eat! Drink! And be merry! For together, the world will die!" Cheering erupted the room. Meanwhile, Kiku looked like he was about to sink into the floor. Kuro could hear what he was thinking.

No! Please! Don't do this! I don't want to die!

Die? Oh no, you aren't going to die.

Kiku lifted his head. Kuro was now sitting at the head of the table. He gave his double a smirk.

We aren't going to die. You will become a part of me. There won't be any pain. He picked up his glass and took a drink of his wine. Kiku found himself picking up his own glass and taking a drink. The bitter taste made him want to vomit. The metal scent made his stomach turn. Was that… blood? Against his better judgment, Kiku looked down into his glass. This really was blood. He tried to hold back his vomit. Kuro smirked as he lowered his glass. His counterpart did the same.

Why did I just drink blood?

Kuro smirked to himself. This is just a favorite drink of mine. As for why you are physically drinking it, it is because of me.

What?

The other Japanese man smiled and shook his head. You still don't get it, do you? You and I will be one. Only… I will be the more dominant one. You will just be in the background from now on.

Kiku's eyes widened as he thought he was going to be sick. No…

His counterpart gave him a wicked smile. Sorry, I don't make the rules. That's just how it is. He picked up his glass and took another drink of his blood. Kiku had no choice but to drink up as well.

Kiku and Kuro

Japan is about to be swallowed up in vice. Well, he already was but he's about to be pulled in deeper. One side braces for it while the other dreads it. However, that can only be one Japan in the Wasteland. Which one is going to come out on top?

There's only one way to find out.